good morning, my sentimental Vietnam odlok / eñaut agirre
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Good morning my sentimental Vietnam you once said to me.. well, you didn’t actually say it to me, you wrote it on a piece of paper when you went away... you left it for me to read the moment I woke from sleep...
Good morning my sentimental Vietnam...
I thought it was funny and I admit I did laugh, though I did know that it had been written with a bitter sense of humour. A few hours earlier, our bed had been a jungle for a moment, a massacre, when we had caused such total sentimental destruction.
Nobody won that war. Nobody ever will. Because in true war peace is never possible.
Now, lost in the meat of the memory, I stare at the portrait of you scratched into the sand on the beach. At the portrait in this non foreign place under the beautiful blue sky in this amazing shade.
Good morning my sentimental Vietnam...
That morning you wrote the most beautiful thing ever said to me.
Good morning my sentimental Vietnam...
I still find it funny, and I laugh at the bitter humour.
Good morning my sentimental Vietnam...
Meanwhile, when I wake, I can still smell the napalm perfume left by your absence.